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At 1 pm, Wayne came inside the room at noon, and was happy to see her awake. "Ohh, so nice to see that our Hollywood superstar is with us again! It’s been so nice to stay together, tonight.... How are you, darling?" Claudia tried her best to maintain some self-control. She began "Listen, you’ve had what you wanted, okay? Why don’t you let me go? I can give you money, much money..... Please, let me go..." But the Black man just called the other men. The towering Marvin came inside a few seconds before, grinning, and heard Claudia repeating her plea. He wasn’t angry, just amused. "Money? We have more money we could spend, ma’am. We just earn so much money here you won’t believe. We want fun, just that, and fun, for us all", he pointed at his circling, mean-looking brothers, "is some good, white pussy."
They all laughed. Marvin boomed again, to the girl: "Anyway, we don’t want to kill you. Not if you behave, sister. You do what we like, and you’re fine; after a few days, we’ll let you come back at your little movies, and what’s happened here will just be a thing between us. Otherwise...." The clicking of a large switchblade made her shiver; Wayne came beside her and, delicately, pointed the blade at her throat. ".... otherwise, nobody will ever find you. Nor your body." Claudia Hamilton, shivering in fear, could only swear that she’d done whatever they wanted, that they could really do what they liked with her, hoping they would let her free.